Week 4: Natalya/Ingvar

Natalya sighed as she glanced around her bedroom. Both of her siblings were gone, out doing who knew what, and she didn't usually have any other guests. "Hmm.." She pondered, tapping her chin. What would she do tonight? She didn't want to be alone; no, she despised the idea of that. Making a quick grab and rummage through her purse Natalya found the beautiful cellular device that had been buried under who knows what. She flipped through her address book, searching for someone of interest she could spend the night with. Or rather, who could come over for the night. Yes, she was basically looking for a booty call. Hey dark blue eyes settled on a name with a small smirk. Oh, this would work.

Natalya hit the call button, not realizing she held her breath as she counted how many times it rang before a familiar voice answered. "Why, hello, Ingvar~" She responded to the voice, coyly. She rolled around on her bed, getting comfortable as she waited for him to ask what it was she wanted.

Ingvar had been trying to make the best of what was turning out to be a horrible evening. So far nothing was going right, and he was just about ready to give up and go to sleep despite how early it was. He sighed and collapsed on his bed, letting his eyes slipped closed with all intentions of just falling asleep. He was understandably irritated when his cell phone rang. Yes, he definitely should have texted people to leave him alone before he made himself comfortable on the bed.

Of all the people who could have called him, he wasn't too horribly aggravated with the person on the other line. "Yes, Natalya? What do you want?" Ingvar sat up on his bed and glanced at the time in the hopes that it would lend some clue as to why the Belarussian was calling him.

A smiled slipped onto her pale lips. Natalya was certainly happy that her plans for the evening had begun to spin into motion. Now to hope that it all worked accordingly. "Come over." She stated simply, a smile evident in her voice. "I could use some company and from the way you sound.." She added, glancing over her nails, flicking an imaginary bit of dirt away. "..I bet you could use some as vell. So, come over. Bring clothes if you vish. I'll see you soon, da?" She put her offer, or rather, her command back out pefore she clicked him good bye.

Getting up from her bed she went to work, laying out any sort of things she would need for the night. She set out some of the alcohol, board games, and many other things one might have for an ordinary sleep over. This was not such the case, but she didn't want Ingvar getting too uncomfortable. She went back into her room, grabbing her cell phone as she waited for her door bell to ring with a puzzled, perhaps even slightly aggrevated, Nordic standing behind it.

Normally Ingvar would have just ignored the summons and gone to sleep, but for some reason he went ahead and got up. Just in case, he grabbed some clothes with the intention of leaving them in his car. Besides, Natalya always had alcohol. Now that he thought about it, alcohol and the company of a pretty woman didn't sound like such a bad idea.

When he reached the Slavic woman's house he was in somewhat of a better mood then before, though his irritation could come back at any moment. With a soft sigh he rang the doorbell.

Dark blue eyes flickered mischevously as the sound of a door bell echoed its way through Natalya's room. So the Nordic had shown up after all. Natalya had slipped herself into a fitted navy-blue dress, on which a few small, striped bows accented. She did a once-over in the mirror that hung neatly on her wall. Grabbing a bottle of, quite obviously, Russian Vodka, she descended down the hall and to her front door. Natalya had black stockings and heels on which made soft clicking noises as she sped up to the door.

A pale hand unlocked it and pulled it open. "Come in, Ingvar." She said with a soft smile, turning on her heel and putting the bottle to her lips. She didn't glance back at him until she had seated herself in quite the position on her couch. Natalya chuckled to herself as she waited for the Nordic.

When Natalya answered the door Ingvar took a mment to glance over her. Judging from the way she was dressed this wasn't just a casual little sleep over. Then again this was Natalya, and he knew that she sometimes had a tendency to dress up for absolutely no reason at all. For now he would give her the benefit of the doubt and just continue to believe that it was an innocent visit.

Ingvar glanced over and again when she had made herself comfortable on the couch. "I hope you realise that I am not here to entertain you, Natalya."

She watched his eyes rake over her appearance, a faint giggle slipping out of her lips. A blonde eyebrow arched to his comment, stifling a snicker. "Nyet? Haha, vell who said you vere? I have our entertainment laid out, da?" She asked, motioning to the games, drinks, and movies she had set out. Yes, the sleepover for now would remain innocent. She needed to keep dear Ingvar here.
"Come in, Ingvar." Natalya repeated, trying to smile innocently at him, but decided to take another drink to conceal her smirk.